#175Now the Green Blade Rises

Now the green blade rises from the buried grain, Wheat that in dark earth many days has lain; Love lives again, that with the dead has been: Love is come again like wheat arising green.

In the grave they laid Him, love by hatred slain, Thinking that He never would wake again; Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen: Love is come again like wheat arising green.

Forth He came at Easter, like the risen grain, He that for three days in the grave had lain; Raised from the dead, my living Lord is seen: Love is come again like wheat arising green.

When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain, Your touch can call us back to life again; Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been: Love is come again like wheat arising green.